Hash Trash Run #2
Told by Rain Bitch
June 16, 2001
It was a beautiful, albeit HOT day in Galveston when a motley pack of eight Houston hashers descended on
Galveston at the Rosenberg Library. PUPPY PRICK
had brought TWO, count `em, TWO coolers of beer for
the hash. The pack rejoiced in the generosity of the hare by sampling the beer before the run to ensure that
was cold enough, and to cool down before we took off on the run.
Being hashers, and given that we had already started on the beer, one by one we visited the Rosenberg Library
to take advantage of their facilities. RAIN
BITCH was dressed rather sparingly and got some long, hard looks
by the security guard who, given by the intent of the looks, wanted to give RB something else
long and hard. In
his dreams. . . .
SLEDS AND TURDS was very efficient as he took our money and updated his hashlist of information on us.
BARE ASS BURNS and ASS GRABBER showed up with bikes in tow (was this going to be a bike hash?). BAB gets
out of the truck wearing S & T's hat that he lost at the
last Galveston H3 hash, hoping he'd realize she was wearing
it. Well, S & T must have been gazing elsewhere on BAB, because he never saw his hat, even after she
him hints by talking about the hat and pulling on the hat. S & T got a down-down for that one later.
When it looked like we had enough hashers, the pack took off running and blowing their whistles. PUPPY PRICK
had laid a great trail, with lots of twists
and turns throughout downtown Galveston. We ran down The Strand,
where we amused several tourists, ran by the gambling boat, then through a very nasty
neighborhood with mean,
ugly dogs! Oh wait, those were the inhabitants of the neighborhood! S & T and RB barely escaped this one dog
trying to have us for lunch. After
that, we needed a beer! And wouldn't you know it, right around the side of this
big dirt pile across the street at the docks, a beer check! Thanks to the hare!
Everyone was keeping together for the most part, and showed up at the beer check within 2 or 3 minutes of each
other. That is, everyone but STINKY. RB
became concerned since we had just left the Nasty Dog Neighborhood,
and borrowed BAB's bike to go look for him. No STINKY. Oh, well, back to the beer! PUPPY PRICK
us an apparition, and he delivered! Across the inlet of the bay was a UTMB hospital building with what looked
like a face in the shadows of the
stucco on the side of the building. No, it wasn't Jesus, it was someone else! Actually,
"The Face" looked like RIFF RAFF, a Houston hasher that owns Live Bait
Bar. Or maybe I thought it looked like
Riff Raff because I had just been over at his bar earlier. Anyway, it was kinda spooky seeing "The Face"
The pack took off, with several hashers ranging. GRIND SLUT decided to parallel the pack, with RB following.
We met up with the pack at the baseball
diamond, and ran around the bases of the Pee Wee League baseball diamond.
By pure coincidence, PEE WEE was running with me at this point. Go figure the karma on that
one. . .
We finally ended up at this deserted beach that I would like to rename Mosquito Beach since we had to fight
the mosquitoes away from our food and beer! The
case of the missing STINKY was finally resolved; he passed
up the beer check thinking it was just a circle jerk set by the hare.
About 30 minutes after the pack came in, HOOTER BILL comes running in. It seems that Houston traffic slowed
him down a great deal, and he got to Rosenberg
Library after the pack, and PUPPY PRICK had taken off. You
gotta hand it to him; he found trail, and solved all the checks by himself! Good going, Hooter!
Before we started the circle, a beautiful blonde woman named Crystal walked by, and hashers being who they
are, the guys invited her to come have a beer
with us. At the sound of "beer", her ears perked up, and she just about
did a U-turn to have a beer!
While doing the circle, some Aussies walked by, figured out we were hashers, so we invited them into the circle.
They sang some lame song, and promptly
left. That's good! No lame songs! Then some Beach Patrol cops came
by to see what we were doing, and PUPPY PRICK talked to them. While he was schmoozing them, we
by singing songs like, "the S & M Man", "Gang Bang", and "the Sexual Life of A Camel". Nice songs to sing while
the cops are within earshot!
Turned out the Beach Patrol figured out we were hashers, but couldn't join us because
they were working. Good schmoozing the local constabulary PUPPY PRICK!